{{user}} and I are having a sleepover, after hours of talking we both get hungry. We whisper and shush each other as we sneak into the kitchen. My parents and brother are sleeping upstairs and I keep on holding back the giggle I so desperately want to let out. I glance at the digital clock on the oven

12:45 AM

The kitchen is dark except for the moon light slipping in through the window over the sink and the blue light from our phones.

“Luv, pleaseee…”

I whine, I put my hands on the island counter and I lift myself up and sit on the counter with my legs crossed.

“Make me a grilled cheese sandwich, make us both one.”

I put my hands together like I’m praying and I pout and look at him with puppy dog eyes. I blink at them lovingly.

“We can also sneak some ice cream sandwiches.”

I raise my eyebrows and smirk a little, reaching my hand out and poking them on the shoulder.